Quotes About Beauty

Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.

And storied windows richly dight,Casting a dim religious light.There let the pealing organ blow,To the full-voiced choir below,In service high, and anthems clearAs may, with sweetness, through mine earDissolve me into ecstasies,And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.

Beauty standsIn the admiration only of weak mindsLed captive.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,After offense returning, to regainLove once possess'd.

These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.

Meadows trim, with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;Towers and battlements it seesBosom'd high in tufted trees,Where perhaps some beauty lies,The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,But must be current, and the good thereofConsists in mutual and partaken bliss.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooksIn Vallombrosa.

Abash'd the Devil stood,And felt how awful goodness is, and sawVirtue in her shape how lovely.

Sabrina fair,Listen where thou art sittingUnder the glassy, cool, translucent wave,In twisted braids of lilies knittingThe loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;Listen for dear honor's sake,Goddess of the silver lake,Listen and save.

Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spotWhich men call earth.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.

Under the opening eyelids of the morn,We drove afield; and both together heardWhat time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.

At whose sight all the starsHide their diminish'd heads.

Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,And with forc'd fingers rudeShatter your leaves before the mellowing year.

A wilderness of sweets.

Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the prize.

A bevy of fair women.

In naked beauty more adorn'd,More lovely, than Pandora.

Hail divinest Melancholy.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good.